Fear Poem by Anthony Acquah

My culture, mu religion, my race
It is mine
Why is it that my culture they have urged me to be ashamed of?
When I make a toy from a matchbox
They look at me with suspicion.

When I stand alone with a bag flung over my shoulder
They look at me as if I am no one, only fear in their eyes
That I am one of them
What is one of them? I ask myself.

Atrocities are not just the remit of one group
Atrocities have happened throughout history and they have been perpetrated by different people, from different cultures, with different beliefs.
Sadly they will continue.

The innocent going about their lives will always be caught up in these acts of atrocity.
Lives changed for ever
Prejudices once again come to the surface.

Families suffering once again
Life must go on and will go on
You can never give in to these acts of terrorism or FEAR.